Purely White

Dex

My legs stretch out under the desk I'm sitting at, stretching so far I can almost touch the chair of the person in front of me. Then my shins touch the familiar feel of the pole that prevents me from stretching any farther and I twist around in my seat, trying to stretch properly.

If it wasn't for the new girl in town, I wouldn't be stuck at school two hours after dismissal with a 94 problem test in front of me. My pencil taps against the desk absentmindedly and soon, I bring it up to my mouth, chewing on the end of it.

"Mr. Ross, pencils are utensils, not chew toys," the lady at the front of the room, Ms. Banner says, looking at me over the top of her bifocals.

I slowly bring the pencil back down to the test and mark a random answer, still staring at Ms. Banner who has resorted to staring right on back.

Go on, I can do this forever.

"Mr. Ross, work on your test," she demands, looking back down to the book in her hands.

I stare at her for a while longer before I lower my eyes to the long ass test in front of me. My mind says A but my heart says B. I ponder the question and I perform process of elimination in my head, finally settling on B.

Damn new girl.

The girl's name was Addison, but God forbid someone call her that and you'd get smacked so hard you'd see stars.

I slouch down in my chair, twirling my pencil back and forth before looking over to Ms. Banner and slowly bringing my pencil to my mouth.

"Mr. Ross," Ms. Banner says without even looking up from her book. I immediately sit up straight and bring the pencil down to rest on the paper.

"Yes, Ms. Banner?" I ask innocently.

"Stop chewing on the pencil."

"Yes, ma'am," I say. See, I was only in here because when Addy came to class she didn't know where to sit, so before I had gotten there, she had taken my seat.

I tried to tell her- "hey, sorry, that's my seat," but nope, "sorry, I prefer this desk to all the others." I had asked her if she was new here, told her that we don't share seats with people and that we have one seat and that's that. She had laughed in my face and opened a book, trying to get rid of me but I was harder than that.

"Listen here, bitch," I had exclaimed. She kind of laughed at me again and stood up.

"Aright, King of Dicks, enlighten me," she had said, spreading out her arms as if it were a challenge.

Then we started cussing at each other, speaking the harshest profanity we could, until Mr. Arkon walked in and caught us. I hadn't payed any attention to the onlooking teenagers who were sat at desks or Mr. Arkon, so as I was telling Addy how much of a cock sucking asshole she was, she was staring behind my shoulder, snickering. Snickering.

I had no idea what was happening until I was being pulled out of the classroom by my ear, being given farewells or "bye motherfucker!" in this case.